All her fiends, all turned to blonde But all she needs is a cold shoulder to cry on Man, the summer feels too long And all she needs is a cold shoulder to cry on All I know is I'm probably wrong All she needs is a cold shoulder to cry on And who knows it might be love All she needs is a cold shoulder to cry on All her fiends, all turned to blonde But she needs is a cold shoulder to cry on Man, the summer feels too long And all she needs is a cold shoulder to cry on